CHAPTER XXV

JUDGEMENT

PROBABLY none of the myriads who leaned forward to observe the

proceedings, except Jack, were surprised at these words. He had not

fathomed the nature of the Saturnians. He might have looked for the

brother of the culprit to appear as her defender. But as her

accuser—incredible!

Indeed, the entire conduct of the court thus far had been unimaginable, in

his ideas of legal procedure. The chief judge had begun by stating in

outline the crime of the accused, preceding it by what amounted to a plea

for mercy. No counsel had been assigned her; she had not been questioned

in her own defense; the case had been prejudged before it started; and now

a child of the same parents that brought her into the world announced

voluntarily that he was prepared to furnish grounds for the indictment!

Her own brother! If there had been any impression on his mind made clearer

than another since his arrival on the planet, it had been that the mutual

love and fraternal sympathy and helpfulness of those extraordinary people.

And yet now, at the first practical test, he saw the man who had been

suckled at the same breast with Zarga turn against her. His instincts

revolted at the spectacle. Was Argon seizing this opportunity to pay off

some secret grudge upon his sister? But surely, in that case, the court

would have intervened to prevent such an outrage on even justice. So far

from that, the eleven judges and Lamara herself bore every appearance of

accepting the situation as a matter of course. Nor did any wave of

indignation ripple through the audience. Oh, New York, with all its sins

and its corruptions, would not have tolerated this! The ties of blood were

sacred. But here, one might think, they granted license to attack and

destroy.

Amid the mental and moral chaos into which the situation had plunged Jack,

one purpose stood out clear: at the first opportunity available, at

whatever risk of offending the court and defying the customs of their law,

he would insist upon the demand that he himself, the party supposedly

injured, should be given the right to defend this forlorn and abandoned

victim. It was a right, if he chose to take it, incontestable even here.

And he was ready to go to the limits of strict truth, and even a step

beyond if necessary, in order to alleviate her plight. Chivalry enjoined

it, and he would not be found wanting!

Meanwhile, Argon was beginning his arraignment; and it occurred to Jack

that when the time came for witnesses to be called, the opportunity he

awaited would arrive. He must indubitably be a witness; in fact, what

other witness than himself could there be? Jim, possibly, but Jim had

vanished; and though Jack would always have a warm feeling in his heart

for the faithful little imp, he would sooner never set eyes on him than

hear him bear hostile testimony in this matter. For the time being, he

bent his attention closely on what Argon was saying.

“I thank our highest and this court,” were his opening words, “for their

permission to prove, before the people of Saturn, my faithful and tender

love for my poor sister. Love between a brother and a sister there must

always be; but the tie between Zarga and myself may perhaps be closer than

common, because, as Aunion has told you, we are, though not ourselves

alien among you, yet of alien linage, and thereby doubly united. You had

received and trusted us as of your own community; and the joyful

obligation lay upon us so to live and act among you as to justify your

hospitality, and to prove that even the unruly blood of the Torides can be

subdued to harmony with yours.”

“Is this hypocrisy?” muttered Jack. “Can any one be deceived by it?”

He turned to fix his eyes upon Zarga. She sat there, drooping, like a

lovely flower torn from its stalk; the glow and brilliance of the beauty

that had been so vivid in the hall of crystal had faded as if beaten upon

by storms, but she was only the more appealing to him for that reason. She

did not return his look; she seemed unconscious of his presence, though

she must have known he was there; but she was gazing at Argon with an

expression of affection which seemed to Jack incomprehensible in the

circumstances. There must be in her nature a sweetness and nobility far

greater than he had hitherto imagined if she could not only forgive the

attack her brother was about to make, but appear to be grateful for it!

“It is no palliation of her offense,” Argon went on, “that he whom she

sought to beguile was a stranger newly arrived among us; rather should

that have been for her a precious opportunity to show a kindness and

forbearance beyond the strict obligations of fellowship. Moreover, as you

all know, and as she knew, he was already betrothed to another woman who

had arrived here but a short while before him. But she was not restrained

by these circumstances. She was only the more stimulated by them to pursue

her course. And now I must reveal certain grievous facts which to many of

you have been unsuspected.”

His voice became husky, and he paused to recover himself. Zarga’s face was

pale and expressionless; she trembled uncontrollably, as if under a

freezing wind.

“During a part of the last circuit,” the speaker resumed, “she had been a

pupil with me in a study of the earth from which these two strangers came.

By chance, she was attracted to a youth there”—he indicated Jack—“and,

through the medium of the planetary mirror used in our school, was able to

follow his career closely. At first she often spoke to me of him, but

latterly had seemed indifferent, her apparent change dating from the time

when Miriam, our other guest, unexpectedly reached us. In truth, she had

divined, by means available to initiates, that the youth was to follow, so

enabling her to meet him personally; and this discovery caused what had

till then been a merely fanciful and imaginative interest to kindle to a

wayward and unruly passion. In spite of her knowledge of another’s prior

claim, she resolved, in the secrecy of her heart, to take him for

herself!”

A low murmur passed through the assembly. Argon’s face became stern as he

manned himself for the sequel.

“My sister’s relations with our highest, who loved and trusted her, gave

her facilities for carrying out her project. I need not enlarge on these;

but she also accepted aid from a source not only unlawful, but

treasonable. She entered into a conspiracy with our hostile neighbor, the

Prince of Tor, to render mutual services. He, by methods of his own, had

somewhat familiarized himself with the planet of our guests, and had

resolved to attempt the capture of Miriam. Zarga gave him information and

aid which enabled him to succeed—after several failures—in his effort, and

thus removed from her path the rival whom she feared. She was left free to

practise upon the youth she pursued arts both native and magical, and by

false illusions sought to persuade him that she whom he loved had betrayed

him. Fortunately for all—even for her—his resistance proved invincible.

Guided by intimations received from a wise friend who has long since held

communication with us, we overcame the magical obstacles put in our way,

and found her in the crisis of her iniquity.”

The audience had listened to this narration with an interest manifestly

intense. Argon, perhaps, had more to say; but he cast an imploring look at

Lamara, who replied with an acquiescing and compassionate gesture which

permitted him to sink back, overwrought, in his chair. Jack restrained

himself for the present, perceiving that Lamara was about to speak. Would

she justify Argon’s cruel exposure?

Her eyes traveled over the audience, and at length rested with tenderness

upon Zarga. Then she seemed, for a few moments to commune with herself.

“Evil is a false friend,” she said. “Man is born asleep, and dreams in his

sleep that evil is good. Only when he wakes does he recognize evil as his

enemy. He begins to live when he learns that he and evil are twain. Then

those twain join battle, and until the last day the issue is in doubt. The

power of the enemy lies in this—that he never ceases to wear the guise of

the dearest and most intimate companion, to oppose whom is to destroy life

itself. And in order to win the struggle, man must plunge his sword into

his inmost heart. Nothing less than that can set his true self free.

“Knowing how desperate is our own battle, we sympathize with the battle of

a fellow creature. We help him by reminding him of the lie that wears the

mask of truth, the hate that smiles like love, the death that calls itself

life. We warn him of the treachery that stabs while it kisses. To him, in

the confusion of the conflict, our succor seems like cruelty, and the

draft of life to which we invite him like poison. But we are in the way of

our duty, and must not falter. Until he surrenders all he held dear, his

enemy is not defeated. Then the spirit enters in, and he is at peace.

“Beware of calling him who does evil, criminal! Not he, but the enemy,

commits the crime. Do not condemn—defend him! Strengthen the armor of his

weakness; put true weapons in his feeble hands. Love all men, but him most

who most needs love. Has he harmed you? It was not he! Harm not yourself

by disowning brotherhood with him!

“The sinner is poor; give him of your abundance. He has lost his way;

light your lamp to guide him. He is in prison; make him welcome in your

house. He has robbed you of your treasure; give him the greater treasure

of your forgiveness. He will find himself at last, and so reward you with

the greatest treasure of all!

“Here, now, is our sister sorely beset,” she went on, extending both her

hands toward Zarga, with the light of love in her eyes. “We have suffered

shame through her deed; but is not our heedlessness more in fault than

she? She dwelt close to our heart, yet we failed to perceive her need. She

lacked strength, yet we opened the gates of danger to her. We relaxed her

with ease when she should have been strung to effort. She fell into the

snare that our blindness helped to spread for her. We ask her forgiveness.

“Little sister,” she continued, now addressing Zarga directly, “you are

fortunate in this, that the false good you aimed at is lost to you—could

never have been yours. But that is the least of your losses, and you

alone, trusting to the spirit, can retrieve the rest. Take counsel with

your own soul how to set about the work. All the power of our realm, which

these who now look upon you represent, is yours to call upon; but a

greater power stands ready to your aid, if you find humility and wisdom to

accept it. Go forth with hope and courage, and be glad that all know your

burden and will rejoice in your success.”

In the silence that followed, Zarga went with unsteady steps to the altar

and fell upon her knees there, laying hold upon it with her hands. The sun

had now touched the highest point of its course, and its light fell

directly upon the crystal heart. It was a spiritual test observed among

Saturnians by immemorial tradition, and accounted holy. All watched

breathlessly for the outcome—Argon so shaken with emotion that he could

barely support himself in his seat; Jack, awe-stricken and wondering.

After a moment the crystal slowly brightened; soon it had become so bright

that the eye could hardly endure the dazzle of it. A sparkling vapor arose

from it; living tongues of pure flame flickered up and increased; the

stone was now a blaze of fire. At last none save Lamara could sustain the

luster of it. The vast assemblage lifted up its voice in a majestic sound

of recognition and acceptance of the judgment. As the flame vanished, the

spectators assumed their veils, and the enormous auditorium appeared

empty. The high court was dissolved. Zarga was no longer to be seen.

Lamara descended from her throne, and was joined by Aunion. She beckoned

to Jack and Argon, and the four passed out of the amphitheater together.

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